Zain Syed

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I'm so tired
of the wind blowing
by me for oh so long
that my weary eyes
and wintered bones
can't stand upon the ground no more

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Forgotten years
but remembered words
have told me to keep on living
the life I cannot
while those who once stood opposed me
now lie, beckoning me to their side

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My withered hands shake
as I stand alone in this field
and when I look up to the sky
it looks back down
smiling, saying
sleep